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"Drink, please." Luo Xiaoxue placed a cup of water on the table and apologetically said to the middle-aged man, "My home is cold and has no tea leaves. Please forgive me."

"No worries, Miss Luo is too polite. I didn't come here to drink tea." The man gently smiled.

Lee Hanyu didn't say anything. He knew a bit about the man's background